Duolou: Reborn with reality Pen

Eren stood unmoving, his crimson eyes like frozen embers as Dugu Bo unleashed his killing intent. The Poison Douluo's fierce expression and surging aura failed to draw the slightest reaction from him.

Expression? No. That would break the sanctity of itachi god-tier aura farming and ruin the villain aesthetic he had so carefully cultivated.

When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost serene, yet devoid of warmth, like a blade wrapped in silk.

"Sorry for the intrusion," Eren said softly, his tone polite yet chilling in its emptiness. "But can you please calm down? I am here… only to invite you."

The contradiction struck Dugu Bo like a lightning bolt. That voice, gentle, courteous, carried an inexplicable weight that coiled around his heart like a serpent. His body stiffened. For a moment, he even forgot to breathe.

"…Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low, cautious. "And who sent you to… invite me?"

Eren tilted his head ever so slightly, a movement as smooth and unhurried as falling snow.

"If you are asking who I am…" His gaze deepened, and scarlet patterns bloomed in his eyes like twin blossoms of death. "Then remember this name well "

His voice dropped into a whisper that somehow filled the garden, an eerie cadence echoing with phantom drums.

"Uchiha Itachi… of the Black Lotus."

And as if on cue, the night stirred. From nowhere, a haunting melody bled into existence, the Akatsuki theme rolling like distant thunder. A low, rhythmic chant reverberated through the poisoned air.

Dun… dun… dun-dun-dun…

Behind Eren, a searing brilliance bloomed, a halo of crimson light that crowned his silhouette like a descending god. To Dugu Bo, the effect was devastating. His knees quivered. His breath hitched. For the first time in decades, a shiver clawed up his spine like icy fingers.

'What… what is this pressure…? This presence…?'

He looked down at his trembling hands, disbelief surging through him like venom. No one… no one in this continent has ever made me feel fear. No Title Douluo. No clan. No sect. So what, what is he?!

Just as his thoughts spiraled, the illusion shattered under the weight of absurdity.

Dugu Bo's eyes twitched violently. "…And where in hell is this music coming from?!"

His voice cracked in frustration. 'Why is there a glowing sun behind your head blinding me?! What nonsense is this?!'

Eren blinked once. Slowly. Then his crimson gaze sharpened with mild curiosity.

"Oh. Sorry," he said, voice as calm as a tranquil lake. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll turn it off. I thought you'd appreciate a little… atmosphere for our first meeting."

He reached into his cloak, and with immaculate grace, pull a radio. Under Dugu Bo's horrified stare, Eren casually switched off the Akatsuki theme.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Then, Eren tilted his head slightly, those merciless eyes locking onto Dugu Bo's own.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, crimson patterns spinning lazily in his gaze. "Why are you avoiding my eyes?"

Dugu Bo's throat worked as he forced words through his clenched jaw.

"…How can I look at you properly when my eyes are still burning from your damn holy light?!"

Eren finally understood what Dugu Bo was complaining about. He turned slightly, his tone polite as ever.

"Ah, I see now. You mean the light? My apologies. I thought you would appreciate a modern touch to our meeting."

With those words, he walked calmly to the blinding studio light standing behind him. His movements were steady, without the slightest sense of urgency, as if the Poison Douluo glaring at him did not exist at all. He switched it off and stored it away into his ring with practiced ease.

"Now everything should be fine," Eren said evenly, his voice carrying the same emotionless calm. "Once again, apologies for the inconvenience. I didn't know you disliked this style of meeting-"

Before he could finish, a sudden sharp pain bloomed in his chest. His body jerked slightly as blood splattered on the ground.

A withered hand had pierced clean through his heart from behind.

Eren slowly lowered his gaze to the bloody palm emerging from his chest, his face betraying neither pain nor surprise. His crimson eyes were still calm, as if he had expected this.

Behind him, Dugu Bo sneered, his tone dripping with mockery.

"Hmph. Rookie mistake. Don't you know?" His laughter was sharp and cold. "Never turn your back to your enemy. What a joke, you were so calm before, and now you die because of one naive move."

He twisted his arm slightly, poison flaring at his fingertips, and grinned wildly.

"I thought you were some monster when I first saw you. I even considered going all out… but look at you. Weak. Stupid. Showing your back to the Poison Douluo? The only thing you'll gain is death."

Dugu Bo's smile turned vicious.

"Remember this in your next life: never underestimate anyone and never, ever show your back to your enemy. Hahahaha!"

Just as his laughter echoed in the poisonous mist, a voice, calm, steady, almost chilling, whispered from behind him.

"…Is that so?"

Dugu Bo's body froze. The voice didn't come from the man whose heart he had pierced. It came from behind him.

"Thank you for the advice," the same tone continued, polite yet carrying a weight that pressed down on the soul. "I'll try to remember it."

Cold sweat broke out along Dugu Bo's spine. Slowly, stiffly, he turned his head.